ELLA.
"What exactly is it you want to say, Micheal?" I asked.
The words came out sharper than I intended, but I could not take it anymore.
For several minutes, he had been standing there, looking at me with an expression I could not quite understand. Every time it seemed like he was finally about to speak, he hesitated.
And my patience was quickly running out.
Micheal exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes met mine briefly before shifting away again.
"Look, Ella," he began, his voice unusually unsteady. "It might seem so sudden, but I actually..." He paused, and swallowed hard before he tried again. "I really do..."
The words struggled to leave his mouth.
As though whatever he wanted to say was far more difficult than he had anticipated.
I frowned slightly.
Confusion and frustration battled inside me as I waited for him to finish.
But before another word could leave his lips, a loud voice suddenly interrupted.
